I remember the smell of onion grass,
I remember it smelled like ass.
It stank its stentch the worse in summer heat,
A stink that traveled faster than a bike down the street.
From the side of grassy hills it clung to my clothes,
Followed me home and wafted to my mother's nose.
I remember all of those extra baths,
I had to take because of stupid, smelly onion grass.

02/17/2011

Posted on 02/17/2011
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